Wednesday, September 30, 2015

 I’m sad.

How could I be sad?

I have everything.
Sunday, September 27, 2015

 Our whole relationship I begged you to try hard to find another job because I wanted you to excel in life. You were so much better than working at the fucking super market. The second I ship you home you get a real job. After all of the money I spent driving your useless ass around, paying for all of your meals, taking us on vacations, coming home after 12 hours at work and then cleaning up the huge messes you made.

Fuck off.
Seriously just fuck off.

Even after everything I’ve done for you, you’re a cheating lying scumbag.

You used me and took me for everything I had.

Fuck off.
Monday, September 21, 2015

 While in New York City I offended a cab driver by calling him a "cabbie." It's been like three days and I'm still sad about it.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

 I am so excited to be visiting New York on Thursday.

I just booked the hotel and I am so thrilled. This is going to be fantastic.

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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

 Only a few more hours before my man Tim Cook takes the stage and tells me about how broke I'm going to be in the very near future. 😭🙌🏼

iPhone 2015


 I look at you and all I want is everything.

All of the books, movies, shows, songs.. They make sense.
All of the people that spend fifty years together make sense.
All of the paintings become clear and make sense.
I don’t want to see myself without you.
I don’t ever want to never hear your voice.

I love looking over at you pushing a shopping cart.
I love watching you make dinner.
I love hearing you laugh.
I love running my fingers through your hair when you’re sad.
I love kissing your forehead and calling it a noggin.
I love how people can see just how much of a dingus I am when I am next to you.
I’m so bad at saying it to you directly.
You know absolutely what I mean, anyway.